บท 604: Chapter 11 Quicksand

In the military tent at Wolf Town, Colonel Moritz sat at a desk, propping up his chin and gently swirling his glass.

On the desk, there was also a small plate of almonds and green olives, all of which had been brought from afar from Revodan by someone.

The person who had bought these things was now holding a bottle of wine, carefully recounting to Moritz his experiences over the past year.

And whenever Moritz's glass was even slightly empty, he would immediately fill it up again.

Tang Juan burst into the tent, seeing this scene, he was so angry that smoke seemed to be coming out of his seven orifices, "It's not even noon yet, and you two have started drinking already?"

"Not him," Moritz took a small sip of the pale gold 'water of life', smiling as he said, "Just me."

"I asked you to come here, to get rid of him! But look at you, a few bottles of wine and you're sold? Have you forgotten the general's orders?"